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A warning for those who chance to meet a wild Trump coming home late at night, past a graveyard, all alone in a storm: Don’t bump the Trump. [With apologies to Shel Silverstein.]

I’ve been running this love fest with presidential candidate Donald Trump for over six weeks with no idea where it’s heading. Now I find I will be able to post a new item every day from now until November without repeating myself. Thank you, Mr. Trump. It’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me.Thank you very, very, very much!

The New York Times reported Wednesday that multiple Donald Trump advisors say that they tried to prepare the Republican presidential candidate for the first debate Monday night, but Trump lost interest and just started chatting about other topics.

“Mr. Trump’s debate preparation was unconventional,” The Times reported. “Aides have introduced a podium and encouraged him to participate in mock debates, but he has not embraced them, focusing mostly on conversations and discussions with advisers.”

“There were early efforts to run a more standard form of general election debate-prep camp, led by Roger Ailes, the ousted Fox News chief, at Mr. Trump’s golf course in Bedminster, N.J,” they report. “But Mr. Trump found it hard to focus during those meetings, according to multiple people briefed on the process who requested anonymity to discuss internal deliberations.”

When Trump showed obvious disinterest, Ailes responded not by pushing Trump, but “by discussing his own problems, as well as recounting political war stories, according to two people present for the sessions.”

Yeah, man. This guy has it nailed. I can hardly wait for the first time he faces the Joint Chiefs of Staff with a plan for handling a major military crisis. “Hey, can we talk about something else for a while? How about them Cowboys?”

Yeah, it’s game on. We are going to have more fun between now and November. We can be assured Donald Trump will never fail to entertain us.

If that bogus assertion wasn’t bad enough, the FRC has now shown it true colors with its tepid response to Josh Duggar’s admission of being a child molester. (Spoiler Alert: FCR doesn’t say a peep about Duggar’s actual molestation activities or condemn him for them):

The FRC is decidedly anti-gay, and it now has to scramble to explain how child molester Josh Duggar is not gay. And that is funny.

A warning for those who chance to meet a wild Trump coming home late at night, past a graveyard, all alone in a storm: Don’t bump the Trump. [With apologies to Shel Silverstein.]

I’ve been running this love fest with presidential candidate Donald Trump for over six weeks with no idea where it’s heading. Now I find I will be able to post a new item every day from now until November without repeating myself. Thank you, Mr. Trump. It’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me.Thank you very, very, very much!

Self-obsessed billionaire Donald Trump earlier snatched the campaign torch from the Republican Party by scooping up conservative America’s low-hanging fruit. Full disclosure: it’s something I proclaimed over a year ago could not be done. I was wrong! How wrong? Very wrong. It turns out that, more than any candidate in previous history, Donald Trump is blessed with an amazing attention to detail:

Hillary Clinton’s accusation during Monday night’s debate that Donald J. Trump had once mocked a teenage Latina beauty queen as “Miss Piggy” and “Miss Housekeeping” unexpectedly led to familiar territory: He rehashed his decade-old feud with the comedian Rosie O’Donnell.

“Somebody who has been very vicious to me, Rosie O’Donnell, I said very tough things to her and I think everybody would agree that she deserves it and nobody feels sorry for her,” Mr. Trump said, after Mrs. Clinton’s accusation that he had mistreated Alicia Machado, a Venezuelan who won the Miss Universe competition in 1996.

Outstanding! The campaign for President of the United States is in full swing, the chips are down, the critical debate is sweeping to a climax. Every moment is precious. Every word counts. Time out. Donald Trump immediately sees the need to revisit an old feud. Talk abut multi-tasking! This is the candidate who can simultaneously engage American armed forces in a two-ocean war, all the while settling an old score with a TV actress who speak poorly of him. I am telling you, dear readers, this candidate has his eye on the ball!

Yeah, it’s game on. We are going to have more fun between now and November. We can be assured Donald Trump will never fail to entertain us.

The National Rifle Association is diligent in its work to safeguard Americans’ right to protect themselves, guaranteed by the 2nd Amendment. Special gratitude is extended by Timothy Batts of Tennessee:

HENDERSONVILLE, TN (WSMV) –

Hendersonville police have arrested the father of an 11-year-old girl who was shot at her home and later died from her injuries.

Police arrested Timothy Batts, 29, on charges of reckless homicide, tampering with evidence, false reporting and felon in possession of a firearm in connection with the shooting death of Timea Lashay Batts.

People, you never know when you will need your gun to protect yourself and your family. Keep thinking of the NRA, and keep young Timea Batts always in your hearts and minds.

Full disclosure. I have not been able to find this available from a reliable source. The New York Post is the best I could find, so take this for what it is:

A sharpshooter killed a top ISIS executioner and three other jihadists with a single bullet from nearly a mile away — just seconds before the fiend was set to burn 12 hostages alive with a flamethrower, according to a new report.

The British Special Air Service marksman turned one of the most hated terrorists in Syria into a fireball by using a Barrett .50-caliber rifle to strike a fuel tank affixed to the jihadi’s back, the UK’s Daily Starreported Sunday.

The pack exploded, killing the sadistic terrorist and three of his flunkies, who were supposed to film the execution, last month, the paper said.

Ow! That has got to hurt. Provided this is true, it is poetic justice of the most delicious kind. A group of four sub-humans prepared to inflict the maximum suffering on a group of people while they killed them. Instead, from seemingly out of nowhere, came—almost literally—a bolt from the blue. In a flash the tables were savagely turned, and the miscreants met the same fate they had, seconds before, planned to inflict. How many different ways are there to shout, “Bye-bye! I hope your life insurance policy is paid up.”

When you first saw this one you knew it was the beginning of a franchise. I caught it on HBO close to 30 years ago and found it again this week on Hulu. Three cheers for their “Classics” collection. It’s RoboCop, from 1987, and starring Peter Weller as Detroit police officer Alex Murphy (RoboCop). It’s from MGM. Disregard what Wikipedia says about Orion. This flick starts with a lion’s roar.

Lest Eddie Murphy reminded you just three years prior in Beverly Hills Cop, Detroit is a down and dirty place to be from, far from. And this is not 1987 Detroit. This the future of Detroit, where big business has come to rescue society from matters society hasn’t been able to resolve in over 3000 years.

Criminals run the streets, and Omni Consumer Products (OCP) runs the police force. OCP makes a profit, and several cops die on the streets each week. The situation is prime for corruption at the highest levels without even a whiff of politics. One improvement the future brings is that now the patrol unit’s locker room has gone coed.

Meanwhile, at the corporate offices of OCP, new technology looms above the horizon in the form of the ED-209 enforcement droid. It’s massive. It’s omnipotent. Its obedience is blind and relentless. OCP Senior President Richard “Dick” Jones (Ronny Cox) demonstrates these qualities when he introduces the semi-working prototype at a board meeting. ED-209 is directed to arrest an unfortunate “volunteer,” but then forgets how to respond to the “desist” order. Its relentlessness is demonstrated as it hunts down the “perp” and dissolves him in a hail of large-caliber rounds. This is most embarrassing.

Meanwhile, OCP’s answer to Sammy Glick is up and coming corporate executive Robert “Bob” Morton (Miguel Ferrer), who sees the failure of ED-209 as his opportunity to leapfrog the ladder to the top. His own project is RoboCop, and all he needs is a “volunteer.”

Just in time, Patrolman Murphy and his partner, Officer Anne Lewis (Nancy Allen) get the drop on a gang of hardened criminals. It goes badly, and the gang drills Murphy through and through before leader Clarence J. Boddicker (Kurtwood Smith) puts a bullet in his head.

The failure to save Murphy’s life is preordained, and specific instructions at the operating table determine which body parts to salvage. After he “dies,” the next thing Murphy sees is a view inside a development laboratory, where RoboCop is being constructed.

Autumn passes, and a new year comes around. RoboCop is ready for action and is introduced to Murphy’s old squad room. After demonstrating his deadly abilities with an automatic pistol, he sets out on his first patrol, quickly proving effective and often deadly to the city’s bottom feeders. Here he breaks up an armed robbery in a quick stop grocery.

Eventually the human brain that’s inside RoboCop starts to experience flashbacks, and he tracks down the gang that killed him. At a coke lab he demolishes the entire staff, saving only Boddicker for arrest.

Boddicker is booked and promptly released, since he works for OCP. His job includes generating more crime, which generates more business for OCP. It’s how privatization works.

Meanwhile, Senior President Dick Jones has had his fill of Sammy Glick, and he sends Boddicker around to tell him he’s fired. Boddicker does this with a cute video along with a hand grenade, which proves to be much more effective.

Meanwhile, RoboCop has figured out the whole setup. He finishes off the Boddicker gang and drives to OCP headquarters to settle with Jones.

Readers, tell me that is not Detroit in the screen shot. Three chances to win Donald Trump’s money go to the first person to name that city. An additional three chances go to the person who can name that building in the left of the picture.

RoboCop easily defeats ED-209 with a rocket gun (I’ve got to get me one of these), and he stomps into the OCP board room to put the kibosh on Mr. Jones. There is a small hiccup, however. Built into RoboCop is a directive that prevents taking action against OCP. No problem. OCP Chairman (Dan O’Herlihy) tells Jones, “You’re fired!” and RoboCop perforates him to the delight of all.

This production awards for editing, special effects, music, and more. This does not succeed in painting over some of the hokeyness, however. For example, a Boddicker ganger attempts to escape in a van and winds up crashing it directly into the side of a tank clearly labeled “DANGER TOXIC WASTE.” Yeah, right. Tanks filled with toxic waste in real life are generally labeled “Production Overflow” or something equally innocuous.

The “killing” of Alex Murphy early in the film leaves little doubt he had to be dead at the scene. Benny Hinn could not have resurrected those remains. It’s for sure the director felt the need for excessive and graphic violence to put viewers on edge about this time.

The malfunction of ED-209 at the board meeting would come off as contrived in any other venue. However, this is science fiction, and a spectacular failure of technology was needed to set the tone for the rest of the movie.

I resisted reviewing RoboCop 2 and such, knowing the original was sure to pop up eventually. Patience has its rewards. For those interested in switching from cable TV to Internet TV, this should be a heads up. I subscribe to Amazon Prime Video and Hulu Plus. Both offer non-real-time content without commercials. A drawback is, while some content is perennially available, other offerings are on for limited engagements. The classics, movies and TV programming from decades ago, tend to be always available. Especially, recent movie releases are on for short runs (a few weeks) and then disappear, likely to reappear months later. It’s likely possible to record from the Internet feed, but I don’t have the technology. I watch on the big screen upstairs, then move to my computer room to pull screen shots for the review. Open a dialog if you are interested in following up.

A warning for those who chance to meet a wild Trump coming home late at night, past a graveyard, all alone in a storm: Don’t bump the Trump. [With apologies to Shel Silverstein.]

I’ve been running this love fest with presidential candidate Donald Trump for over six weeks with no idea where it’s heading. Now I find I will be able to post a new item every day from now until November without repeating myself. Thank you, Mr. Trump. It’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me.Thank you very, very, very much!

Over the years, Trump has continued to insult [Rosie] O’Donnell on Twitter from time to time, one of the various low-level feuds he periodically tends to like a plate spinner at the circus. When you look at the tweets altogether, what’s most striking might be how much he seems to care about ratings and who’s hosting the View at any given time. Maybe paying a little more attention to public policy instead of daytime TV wouldn’t be the worst thing, but who am I to say?

Trump has repeatedly defended the righteousness of his O’Donnell insults, both Monday night and in an August Republican primary debate. Then, Megyn Kelly asked the candidate pointedly about his habit of denigrating women: “You’ve called women you don’t like ‘fat pigs,’ ‘dogs,’ ‘slobs,’ and ‘disgusting animals,’ ” Kelly asked, to which Trump responded, “Only Rosie O’Donnell.”*

OK, that’s only one woman. Where’s the evidence The Donald has made a career of insulting people?

She opened up about her treatment by Trump during the Miss Universe pageant in an interview released on Clinton’s Twitter account. Trump responded on Tuesday on Fox and Friends, telling them that Machado “was the worst we ever had” and that she “gained a massive amount of weight.”

But for now, anyway, Trump is out, and you might be wondering: How did we get to this point? You probably recall Trump’s “blood coming out of her wherever” remark about Fox News host Megyn Kelly, who asked tough questions during the first Republican primary debate in August and who will be back as a co-moderator on Thursday. The short answer is that Trump wanted Kelly out, Fox News held firm and Trump walked.

“I said, ‘dancing, rooftops, street, whatever.’ And we couldn’t find too much stuff confirming what I said. And all of suddenly someone comes up with an article and the article is written by this guy who said he met me many, many years ago. And the article is a great article for me. It talked about dancing, all the things. And I said, ‘here’s an article.’ I said I think he was with The Washington Post when he wrote the article. And he wrote this article. And it was great and I said here’s the article. And it really shut a lot of people up. It was pretty much on point, not 100 percent, but pretty much. It was an article written by a major newspaper. And the author of this article was this guy. And the press started calling him. They are calling him a lot. And obviously the other side of things started calling him also, saying ‘this article is not good, because this is sort of confirming what Trump is saying. They were dancing, they were happy. This is not good.’ So all of the sudden, the guy — I think the article was almost 15 years old — he starts changing the article, that he made a mistake, he this, he that. I didn’t know what he looked like. I didn’t know he was disabled. I didn’t know it, I didn’t know it at all. I had no idea. So I started imitating somebody — I didn’t speak to the guy — somebody that was groveling. Everyone know what grovel is? At the time I did the act, I did the whole thing with groveling. And I said he’s groveling, he said, ‘no, no, the article, I was wrong on the article.’ I was doing a whole big number. ‘I was wrong, I promise you, I made a mistake when I wrote the article.’ He was groveling, grovel, grovel, grovel. That was the end of it. All of a sudden, I get reports that I was imitating a reporter who was handicapped. I would never do that.”

So cool.

Yeah, it’s game on. We are going to have more fun between now and November. We can be assured Donald Trump will never fail to entertain us.

Today is Tuesday, which means somebody else has died because of religion. Isn’t it beautiful:

TULSA, Oklahoma — A Green Country woman’s religious beliefs could send her to prison. She’s accused of felony child neglect for choosing prayer over medicine for her sick son.

Tulsa County prosecutors have charged Susan Grady with felony child neglect for the death of her 9-year-old son. Nine-year-old Aaron Grady died in Broken Arrow 18 months ago.

The medical examiner found that he died from complications of diabetes. Investigators say three days before he died, Aaron got very sick.

Witnesses told police he was lethargic, urinating on himself, and breathing hard, but they also say he was still eating. Investigators talked to five people who said they’d visited the boy to pray for him.

Now he’s in the hands of The Lord. Really?

The clock is ticking. In 168 hours I will tell you about somebody else who had to die because of religion.

Clinton Campaign: “A sickening display.” Clinton: “His campaign was founded on this outrageous lie. There is no erasing it in history.”

A warning for those who chance to meet a wild Trump coming home late at night, past a graveyard, all alone in a storm: Don’t bump the Trump. [With apologies to Shel Silverstein.]

I’ve been running this love fest with presidential candidate Donald Trump for six weeks and counting with no idea where it’s heading. Now I find I will be able to post a new item every day from now until November without repeating myself. Thank you, Mr. Trump. It’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me.Thank you very, very, very much!

Self-obsessed billionaire Donald Trump earlier snatched the campaign torch from the Republican Party by scooping up conservative America’s low-hanging fruit. Full disclosure: it’s something I proclaimed over a year ago could not be done. I was wrong! How wrong? Very wrong. I completely failed to take into account that Donald Trump’s abiding respect for the truth:

All politicians bend the truth to fit their purposes, including Hillary Clinton. But Donald J. Trump has unleashed a blizzard of falsehoods, exaggerations and outright lies in the general election, peppering his speeches, interviews and Twitter posts with untruths so frequent that they can seem flighty or random — even compulsive.

However, a closer examination, over the course of a week, revealed an unmistakable pattern: Virtually all of Mr. Trump’s falsehoods directly bolstered a powerful and self-aggrandizing narrative depicting him as a heroic savior for a nation menaced from every direction. Mike Murphy, a Republican strategist, described the practice as creating “an unreality bubble that he surrounds himself with.”

The New York Times closely tracked Mr. Trump’s public statements from Sept. 15-21, and assembled a list of his 31 biggest whoppers, many of them uttered repeatedly. This total excludes dozens more: Untruths that appeared to be mere hyperbole or humor, or delivered purely for effect, or what could generously be called rounding errors. Mr. Trump’s campaign, which dismissed this compilation as “silly,” offered responses on every point, but in none of the following instances did the responses support his assertions.

Oh, Jesus! Would you look at that. That liberal rag, The New York Times, is getting nit-picky again. I mean, look what Times writersMaggie Haberman and Alexander Burns stooped to revealing. Stuff that could have been left unsaid:

He said a supportive crowd chanted, “Let him speak!” when a black pastor in Flint, Mich., asked Mr. Trump not to give a political speech in the church.

Just because Donald Trump said the crowd chanted, “Let him speak!” when no such thing actually happened, that’s no reason to splash it all over the pages of The New York Times for Mr. Trump’s friends and business associates to see. These left wing media jerks need to show a little more compassion. Apparently that is not about to happen, because right after printing the foregoing the pair re-invested and shoveled up more:

“I was against going into the war in Iraq.”

SPEECH IN FLORIDA, SEPT. 19.

This is not getting any truer with repetition. He never publicly expressed opposition to the war before it began, and he made supportive remarks to Howard Stern.

See? They keep going on an on. Where’s it going to end? Are politicians going to be forevermore taken to task whenever they let loose a whopper that sails over the goal post? Heaven help us. I’m sick of the whole business, and I’m not going to show you anymore of what’s been written. You’re going to have to follow the link and read for yourself.

Yeah, it’s game on. We are going to have more fun between now and November. We can be assured Donald Trump will never fail to entertain us.

I’ve been doing some traveling recently, and I feel a geography question coming on. Here it is.

Without resorting to references, list as many state capital cities in the United States as you can. Name the state and name the city. You get one point for every correct entry. You lose two points for every one you get wrong.

Post your answer in the comments section below. I will embargo the answers until Saturday, so nobody will see your answer until then.

A warning for those who chance to meet a wild Trump coming home late at night, past a graveyard, all alone in a storm: Don’t bump the Trump. [With apologies to Shel Silverstein.]

I’ve been running this love fest with presidential candidate Donald Trump for six weeks and counting with no idea where it’s heading. Now I find I will be able to post a new item every day from now until November without repeating myself. Thank you, Mr. Trump. It’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me.Thank you very, very, very much!

Washington (CNN) —Eric Trump on Friday defended his father’s self-made real estate mogul narrative, saying the Republican presidential nominee was the epitome of the American dream for having “gone from just about nothing” to become a successful real estate mogul in New York.

The younger Trump’s comments follow extensive reporting of how the GOP presidential candidate got his start in property development in partly thanks to a $1 million loan from his father, Fred Trump, in the late 1960s or early 1970s.

Yes, my fellow Americans, we all know how it feels to be down to your last million and having to come, hat in hand, to a relative, for a little assistance. However, Donald Trump was man enough to face up to it, accept the kindness of others, and try to make something of himself:

What Trump benefited most from initially was his dad’s credit-worthiness, says [Trump biographer Michael] D’Antonio. “When he wanted to go into business on his own, his father’s credit was available to him, and that was worth tens of millions of dollars.”

Still, there are questions over how much wealth Trump created. In the debate last week, Trump claimed that he took a loan of $1 million from his father and he turned it into a fortune of $10 billion. But The Post’s fact checkers say that neither claim is quite right.

The $1 million loan doesn’t include any of the benefits Trump received from his family’s connections and joining his father’s real estate business after he graduated from college, and it doesn’t count an estimated $40 million inheritance in 1974. The $10 billion figure, which is what Trump claims as his current net worth, is also disputed. Bloomberg News has estimated Trump’s net worth at only $2.9 billion, while Forbes put it at $4.1 billion. Since Trump’s businesses aren’t public, the true figure isn’t clear.

Yeah, it’s game on. We are going to have more fun between now and November. We can be assured Donald Trump will never fail to entertain us.

In the opening scene we see a shadowy character known in the film only as “Lescardi” (Frank Bruno). He’s hiding out on a pier on the San Francisco waterfront, watching a ship pull into the harbor. He reports to his boss, Anton Mohl, aka Baron Von Krantz (Lucien Prival). Only, he comes in through the skylight instead of the door, causing Mohl to greet him with a pistol and a warning, “You’re going to get killed doing that, one of these days, Lescardi!”

Their situation is grim. The ship will carry a shipment of poison gas to their “enemies.” They are desperate to forestall the shipment. They enlist the aid of Olga Petroff / Countess Dubois / Sophie Dome (Evelyn Brent).

Meanwhile, one of the industrialists preparing to ship the poison gas is Simon Dayton (John Hamilton), President of Dayton Chemical Co. He is also in desperate straits. The actions of Mohl and company are taking a toll on his comfort level. He pays a visit to Detective James Lee Wong (Karloff). They set up a meeting in Dayton’s office for 10:00 the following morning.

In the meantime, Dayton’s partners, Theodore Meisel (William Gould) and Christian Wilk (Hooper Atchley), convene an urgent conference with Dayton. He consents to sign an agreement bequeathing his holdings in Dayton Chemical Co. to his partners in the event of his untimely death. This is foreboding.

Disaster descends shortly. Before Dayton is able to meet with Wong, poison gas inventor Carl Roemer (John St. Polis) barges in. He has a gun.

When the police arrive shortly thereafter, sirens blaring, Dayton is found dead in his office. How did he die? It was poison gas. How did it get administered? Mr. Wong will be able to provide the answer.

Wong notices glass particles in Dayton’s office. He determines the pieces came from a glass bubble about 65 mm in diameter. A glass blower reconstructs several samples.

Wong learns the high-manganese-content glass is brittle, and he surmises sound of a certain pitch will cause it to shatter. Several attempts with musical instruments fail, but his pet parrot comes through. The glass shatters.

What else will shatter the glass. If you guessed the wail of a police siren, you are hot on the trail. Dayton was poisoned when a glass sphere containing the poison gas was shattered as Police Captain Sam Street (Grant Withers) arrived. The ruse works twice more to accomplish the murders of the remaining Dayton partners when police arrive as summoned.

All this to and fro with Dayton Chemical works out just great for Captain Street, since his main squeeze, Myra Ross (Maxine Jennings), is (the late) Simon Dayton’s secretary.

I’m not going to tell you who the murderer is, but I will note that Mohl and his gang, though wanted for other nefarious deeds, had nothing to do with it. They were just put in to keep us guessing.

This movie actually had a plot, and a nice one, too. Again, dialogue and performances are second rung, even for 1938. I watch some TV drama these days, and the small screen is showing some amazing talent. Either there are some great drama schools running 24 hours out there or else the industry is attracting artistry that would otherwise be doing politics. Thank Hugh Wiley and Houston Branch for the script.

A warning for those who chance to meet a wild Trump coming home late at night, past a graveyard, all alone in a storm: Don’t bump the Trump. [With apologies to Shel Silverstein.]

I’ve been running this love fest with presidential candidate Donald Trump for nearly six weeks with no idea where it’s heading. Now I find I will be able to post a new item every day from now until November without repeating myself. Thank you, Mr. Trump. It’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me.Thank you very, very, very much!

In his continuing efforts to court African-American voters — a group that overwhelmingly backs Hillary Clinton — Donald Trump took a moment at a rally in Kenansville, N.C., to reiterate his call for African-Americans to turn against the Democratic Party, arguing that the party has poorly served black Americans’ interests for decades.

“Our African-American communities are absolutely in the worst shape they’ve ever been in before. Ever. Ever. Ever,” Trump said. “You take a look at the inner cities. You’ve got no education. You’ve got no jobs. You get shot walking down the street.”

Jesus Christ! The situation for black citizens has gotten so bad, they ought to be wishing it were 1925 all over again. How could they think of voting for anybody else besides Donald Trump. People need to listen to him. Donald Trump knows what’s wrong, and he knows what’s needed to fix it:

updated | Donald Trump would combat violence in troubled black communities by encouraging or implementing stop-and-frisk, the Republican presidential candidate said Wednesday at the New Spirit Revival Center in Cleveland Heights, Ohio, an African-American church.

An audience member posed the question during the town hall–style event, filmed for the Fox News television show Hannity. “There’s been a lot of violence in the black community,” the person said. “I want to know, what would you do to help stop that violence, you know, black-on-black crimes?”

“I would do stop-and-frisk,” Trump responded. “I think you have to. We did it in New York. It worked incredibly well, and you have to be proactive.” He added, “In New York City, it was so incredible, the way it worked…. So I think that could be one step you could do.”

Yes, that’s what our communities need. Only Donald Trump had the insight to think of it.

Yeah, it’s game on. We are going to have more fun between now and November. We can be assured Donald Trump will never fail to entertain us.

A guy walks into a post office one day to see a middle-aged, balding man standing at the counter methodically placing “Love” stamps on bright pink envelopes with hearts all over them. He then takes out a perfume bottle and starts spraying scent all over them.

His curiosity gets the better of him and he goes up to the balding man and asks him what he’s doing.

A warning for those who chance to meet a wild Trump coming home late at night, past a graveyard, all alone in a storm: Don’t bump the Trump. [With apologies to Shel Silverstein.]

I’ve been running this love fest with presidential candidate Donald Trump for nearly six weeks with no idea where it’s heading. Now I find I will be able to post a new item every day from now until November without repeating myself. Thank you, Mr. Trump. It’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me.Thank you very, very, very much!

MUCH has been made about his controversial views, but there has been little coverage on what US Presidential hopeful Donald Trump thinks about climate change.

The 70-year old tweeted back in 2012 that climate change was a hoax “invented by and for the Chinese in order to make US manufacturing non-competitive”. However he later distanced himself from this, claiming that it was a joke.

Nonetheless, the outspoken billionaire does believe in climate change in a sense, but believes that it is a natural weather cycle.

Readers, this has all the appearance of a smear perpetrated by political opponents. Or does it?

During her take-no-prisoners foreign policy speech on June 2, Hillary Clinton reminded listeners of controversial things that Republican presidential rival Donald Trump has said over the years.

At one point, Clinton said, “Donald Trump says climate change is a hoax invented by the Chinese.”

Did he? Yes, though he later said it was a joke.

So, if I get this right, candidate Donald Trump has publicly claimed to be a fool, then later denies it.

Oh, Jesus! Not only does Donald Trump think anthropogenic global warming is a hoax, he has subsequently claimed he was only kidding when he called it a hoax. What a sense of humor this man claims. Because, who would claim to be a fool who isn’t?

Yeah, it’s game on. We are going to have more fun between now and November. We can be assured Donald Trump will never fail to entertain us.

(CNN) —A flight to Malaysia from Sydney was diverted to Melbourne after its pilot entered incorrect coordinates of the plane’s starting position, an Australian aviation investigation report has found.

Carrying 212 passengers, the AirAsia flight bound for Kuala Lumpur on March 10, 2015, was flying in the wrong direction after takeoff from Sydney, because the pilot had manually entered the wrong coordinates of the plane’s position into the flight’s onboard navigation systems.

Isn’t modern technology wonderful. I hear the next thing they are proposing is cars that drive themselves. It’s going to be funny.

A warning for those who chance to meet a wild Trump coming home late at night, past a graveyard, all alone in a storm: Don’t bump the Trump. [With apologies to Shel Silverstein.]

I’ve been running this love fest with presidential candidate Donald Trump for over five weeks with no idea where it’s heading. Now I find I will be able to post a new item every day from now until November without repeating myself. Thank you, Mr. Trump. It’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me.Thank you very, very, very much!

As befitting a man who laughs in the face of impropriety, Donald Trump does not particularly care about the optics of using his campaign to boost his own businesses. In 2000, he told an interviewer that he “could be the first presidential candidate to run and make money on it,” a prediction he would fulfill 15 years later as he promoted, at various times, steaks, bottled water, golf courses, and, famously, in a media bait-and-switch, his new hotel in Washington, D.C. (Those rumors that his presidential run was a promotional stunt for the D.C. hotel came full circle that day.) But there’s boosting one’s businesses through free publicity (and Trump has reportedly received more than $3 billion in free media since he launched his campaign), and then there’s the results of a new Politico report, which found that Trump has used his campaign’s money to pay his own businesses $8.2 million.

According to the report, the money has gone toward paying his office’s rent in his own building ($1.3 million), paying for food and facilities at his own properties ($544,000), and even his own corporate staffers ($333,000) who perform campaign-related functions, such as his personal head of security. According to Politico, F.E.C. filings also revealed a $1,300 expense for his bottled-water company, Trump Ice; $432,000 for catering, facilities, and putting up the campaign at his resort Mar-a-Lago; and $6 million for the use of Trump’s plane, the largest expense in their filings.

It is hoped that when Mr. Trump becomes Commander in Chief he will find it in himself to use taxpayer money to pay off claims filed against his phony university.

Yeah, it’s game on. We are going to have more fun between now and November. We can be assured Donald Trump will never fail to entertain us.

She killed Madison, 17, and Taylor, 22, on June 24, as Jason watched in horror, authorities said. Police then shot Christy dead in the street, near her daughters’ bodies outside their Katy home, after she refused to drop her weapon.

We are hoping the National Rifle Association will dedicate a plaque to Christy at their headquarters in Fairfax, Virginia. Dedicated gun enthusiasts might want to journey there and touch the plaque, kneeling in silent thanks.

A warning for those who chance to meet a wild Trump coming home late at night, past a graveyard, all alone in a storm: Don’t bump the Trump. [With apologies to Shel Silverstein.]

I’ve been running this love fest with presidential candidate Donald Trump for over five weeks with no idea where it’s heading. Now I find I will be able to post a new item every day from now until November without repeating myself. Thank you, Mr. Trump. It’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me.Thank you very, very, very much!

Self-obsessed billionaire Donald Trump earlier snatched the campaign torch from the Republican Party by scooping up conservative America’s low-hanging fruit. Full disclosure: it’s something I proclaimed over a year ago could not be done. I was wrong! How wrong? Very wrong. I completely failed to take into consideration Donald Trump’s sound policy judgment:

In a speech to the Economic Club of New York in Manhattan, Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump provided the latest iteration of his tax plan. And according to an accompanying fact sheet released by the Trump campaign, the businessman turned White House aspirant plans to dramatically scale back government regulations, including food safety and environmental measures, in order to save almost $1 trillion over the next decade.

Which leads us to wonder, does Donald Trump even know how to spell salmonella?

Yeah, it’s game on. We are going to have more fun between now and November. We can be assured Donald Trump will never fail to entertain us.

Patience rewarded. As expected, Hulu finally came through and made this one available. Here it is, the one, the original, Beverly Hills Cop, starring Eddie Murphy. This came out in 1984. People, that’s 32 years ago. How time does fly. It’s from Paramount Pictures (distributor), and it set a standard of sorts in its time. It answers the question, “What happens when a street-wise cop from a rough and tumble rust-belt city comes to tweak noses in overly swank Beverly Hills?” We find out.

First a rough outline. I do not believe, considering the 32 intervening years, that I am giving away the plot. You know how this is going to go even before the credits have rolled. Here Detroit Police Detective Axel Foley (Murphy) is working to scam some dudes hoping to purchase supposedly stolen cigarettes. And this is where the lessons of the street come into play. The price for the shipment is $5000. They offer $2000, and the deal is done, and the dudes get the cuffs. Foley knows that if he accepts $2000 they’re going to know he’s a cop, and they’re going to pop him right there. It’s no deal.

Too bad for Foley. He hasn’t cleared his scam with his chief, and a police cruiser happens onto the scene and spoils the party. There follows a wild chase involving a dozen squad cars and a tandem trailer stocked with cigs. It’s a riot.

Back at the squad room Foley gets the ream job from his boss and comes home to his classy (sarcasm alert) apartment, where he finds school chum Mikey Tandino (James Russo) waiting. Mikey, recently out of the slam and working security for an enterprise in Beverly Hills, shows Axel the load of German bearer bonds he has filched.

Detective Foley lets slide that his school chum is packing stolen merchandise, and they go to do some heavy partying. Back at the apartment some pros from the West Coast knock Axel on the head and double-tap the unfortunate Mikey.

Alex is heavy to get even and drives out to the West Coast to look up another school chum, Jenny Summers (Lisa Eilbacher), giving her the sad news about Mikey.

Jenny puts Axel onto her boss, who is up to no good, mainly smuggling hot goods into the country through inside ties with a bonded warehouse. Alex’s tom foolery gets him crossways with the Beverly Hills police. The contrast is striking. He is jeans, sneakers, and sweat shirts, and shows a wise-guy mouth. They are strictly Brooks Brothers and talk like Madison Avenue lawyers.

The Beverly Hills PD puts two detectives, Detective Billy Rosewood (Judge Reinhold) and Sergeant Taggart (John Ashton) on Axel’s tail. He returns the favor by taking them to a local hot spot, where they catch a glimpse of another life and also foil an armed robbery. But that’s just icing.

Cutting to the chase, Alex and the Beverly boys get the goods on Lisa’s boss, Victor Maitland (Steven Berkoff ). Maitland kidnaps Lisa, taking her to his lavish Beverly Hills estate, the cops infiltrate the grounds, touching off a fierce exchange of ammunition and attracting the attention of half the BHPD. Here Rosewood and Taggart are pinned down by machine gun fire, and Rosewood takes the opportunity to recall the final scene from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. That’s funny.

Naturally, Alex and the two BH cops, using their service pistols and a shotgun, lay waste to half of Maitland’s armada, who have only machine guns at their disposal. Axel finishes off Maitland’s hit man and stalks Maitland, in what remains of his elegant mansion.

Then… Maitland’s got Jenny. He has a pistol pointed at her head. Jenny pulls free. Alex and BH Police Lieutenant Bogomil (Ronny Cox) both cut loose at once. The perforated Mr. Maitland tumbles down the stairs.

A creditable performance by Murphy, completing his transition from stand-up comedy. He previously established his screen persona in 48 Hrs. For the immediate future he would give a face to brashness and audacity, which may actually be synonyms. Eilbacher appears to have been drafted into this production to provide some eye candy, a softness to contrast Murphy’s grit. She speaks her lines well.

Since March I have been reviewing movies from Amazon Prime Video and from Hulu. Amazon’s video management has a lot to offer, including ease of locating and freezing a frame for capture. Hulu, for some reason, has seen fit to thwart easy frame grabbing. When I hit the pause button on Hulu I don’t get the image I was seeing. Hulu dims the image and pastes an informative note on top of it. What is required to snap an image from Hulu is to start the stream a few seconds in advance of the frame and then hit the Print Screen button at just the right time to capture the image. This does not endear me to Hulu. Hopefully the hint will be taken.